Etched on souls
of the strongest of people
are eeriest of scars
fate's schadenfreude painting
the pages of life,
afore beautiful destination
calls the most arduous walk
held in wretched land
belies deciduous leaves of desire,
traversing the crimson paths of fate
and enduring unkempt squalls.
Thence, beyond all life recapitulates:
What’s the prestige of rose sans thorns?
What’s the prestige of dawn sans dark?
As destiny reconciliates hither
with another chapter of gloom.
Categories:
eeriest, destiny, inspirational, literature,
Form: Free verse
In times oft-forgotten great freight trains rolled through.
Each boxcar was tagged in a swashbuckling hue,
Flamboyantly hawking some stale, mawkish view.
Now all that remains is the desolate track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Our eeriest memories’ ethereal track.
Those heart-pounding engines, in Santa Fe red!
Their sheer mass of metal would thrill me with dread.
With full sound and fury they powered and led,
Not seeing they followed that rigid steel track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Time’s mindlessly marching, immovable track.
I wonder too often just where they’ve all gone.
What exploits or griefs will their odysseys spawn?
Then, hearing their whistle, I’m fearlessly drawn.
I shadow their ghosts up the unexplored track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Our haziest days’ inevasible track.
Categories:
eeriest, destiny, future, life,
Form: Rhyme
slow fading
of a red rimmed glow
candle lit
that held at bay
the cold moonless night
its soft hiss the song
that filled so
my heart with warmth, trust
in which I bathed
while winter held
its eeriest concert
that has reached
its final days ...
but you, my dear
forget me not, as I will not
soft hiss within your heart
Caro's choka
© 03.12.16
Categories:
eeriest, conflict, inspirational, thanksgiving, tribute,
Form: Choka
I was young- nearly twenty-
the day innocence became ill.
I remember the funeral well
that ninth month.
As the sunlight shattered another night,
I awoke in a dim lit room, silenced
by a strange sunrise
as it splayed across the earth,
then darkened in the most
somber and eeriest gloom.
Ashes were scattered over the sea,
beyond the hills,
into the valleys,
hurdling ocean waves,
drifting across isles,
then settling into unknown graves.
The thin-lipped mistress
shed no tears from faraway shores,
her saw-toothed, jagged edges
cutting deep the wagging tongues,
swaggering into the Eagle's beak.
Her colorless face, with black eyes
bored into souls with a craven heart,
stone cold and set- cast deeper
than the wounded stars and bleeding stripes,
flying at half mast.
We sat huddled, wrapped in gray shawls,
glum and sullen- watching
the smoke curling upward toward the angels
who were stepping out of a mystical fog
dove wings spread wide, reaching down
to lift up all who had fallen.
Categories:
eeriest, depression, emotions, loss, patriotic,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme